Sci-fi Author – Worlds of weirdness, aliens and humanity in 99 words
"Black's not moving-" he cried. "It's okay baby, I'll fix it," she said. She'd chosen Black. She should've seen the signs. Never again. No more shortcuts. She'd tried other horses, same dark fur, tall, friendly, but he always knew. Her team arrived, collected Black and she returned to work, tireless and determined. If anyone could... Continue Reading →
Drones overhead revealed the enemy territory via LiDAR readings. The enemy's shield-tech was far advanced, blips of movement only appearing sporadically on each soldier's heads-up-display. They couldn't get a complete picture. But it was enough. Orders remained. Subdue at all costs. A military unit moved out in small groups, silently diverging through the forest toward... Continue Reading →
The nightmares are haunting, full of strangeness. They call me through them. Who or what, I don't know, but they're out there. Waiting. And I need to go. She's nice and all, but she's not them. There's something more waiting elsewhere. Maybe it's where I belong. I climb out the window in the cold, dark... Continue Reading →
I feel invisible blows as fear and pain chemicals flood my place within my host's brain. Her carer is destroying her, setting fire to her mind with every heartache, every forgotten promise, every silence, every lie. I wish to protect her, to save her. To survive. Her carer's mind was lost in the depths of... Continue Reading →
Dirt caked her soft dress. She’ll wash it later. For now, though self-assigned, she had to complete her mission before the sun set - she had to find it.Laughter reached her, drifting from the house at the bottom of the yard; soon it’d turn to cries.She had to hurry.She sped over the ground, eyes darting.At... Continue Reading →
A scream cut through her from across the meadow and she raged into action, dismissing her injury and climbing up the nearest lookout.Her arms trembled, not used to her own weight, but she needed to ensure her charge was okay.Her heart pounded at another squeal and she cursed her clumsiness; she would’ve been on top... Continue Reading →
She lay there cold, with legs exposed, as they spoke. Backs turned to her; she caught few words."A mess. . .”“No more feeling. . .”“Stiches."They looked over at her and she held their gaze, wanting answers. The doctor approached, mouth moving in silent speech as he searched for the right words. “Ma’am, there have been…some... Continue Reading →
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